Anyway, I didn’t see anything on par with the Karma Dog Claws in the claws corner. There was a set of magic silver claws that looked like they might have pretty high attack power, but not enough to make it worth replacing her current claws.

As for Rishia, the Pekkul Rapier was more than enough for her. Just as I’d expected, we were at a point where any weapon upgrades would need to be custom jobs. There was still armor . . . Replacing Raphtalia’s armor might not have been a bad idea, but . . .

“What is it?”

“Do you want to buy some expensive armor?”

“Shouldn’t you be the one doing that, Mr. Naofumi?”

“You do have a point . . .”

I was currently using some old magic silver armor that I’d gotten from the queen. The castle blacksmith had taken it upon himself to touch it up a bit to make it look like my beloved Barbarian Armor—the armor the old guy had made for me. It was only a backup, but apparently he really wanted me to keep this look. It had relatively good stats for standard-issue armor. Even if I did replace it, it wouldn’t have been much of an upgrade.

Rishia . . . Yeah, she didn’t need armor. It wasn’t like she was going to fight in the coliseum, after all. I had one last kigurumi, but I still wasn’t sure if I should have her wear it. She seemed okay wearing the old breastplate, so maybe she had finally gained some self-confidence at last.

“Rafuuu?”

Raph-chan? I would have loved to have her wear an iron pot or a tea kettle and a hood, but they didn’t seem to have anything like that for sale here. We came to look at weapons and armor, but it started to feel like this had been a waste of time.

“It doesn’t seem like there’s anything worth buying here, so we’re leaving.”

“Leaving alreeeaddyy??”

I looked out over the streets of Zeltoble from the window. If we went around visiting all of the shops in Zeltoble, we might have been able to find some hidden treasure. It was certainly conceivable that kind of thing might end up on sale in a place as crowded as this. The atmosphere of this city reminded me of something . . . It was the marketplace from an online game that I used to play. Still, I didn’t think that pointlessly wandering around the city was a good idea. Maybe we needed to get some inside information.

“Let’s head back to the slave trader’s place for now.”

“Yes, let’s.”

“Umm, okay.”

“This was fuuuun!”

“Rafuuu!”

And so we finished our little peek at the weapons and armor shop and headed back to the slave trader’s underground slave market.

Chapter Thirteen: The Underground Coliseum

Chapter Thirteen: The Underground Coliseum